Maria Renée {Princess}
Guild: The Flaming Blade
Level: 12​

After the loot had been split evenly, Maria getting a few potions as her share as well as some col the group had continued into the dungeon. As they entered they passed a bard who was singing and playing the harp. Hopefully my music skill will get like that she thought as they kept moving past him. "This is the dungeon guys remember all the monsters here are higher level" she said looking at the three boys.

"Got it Princess, everyone stick together" Psyche said looking around.

Maria nodded looking around as well as they walked further into the dungeon, luckily not running into any mobs yet. Though it was only lucky in her mind.

"Come on, this is the dungeon. Where are all the mobs" Zeus said holding his war hammer tight in his hand.

"Just be patient, I'm sure we'll find some soon" Psyche responded with a glare. "Now quit your whining Zeus"

"Hey! I'm not whining!" Zeus snapped back and Maria sighed.

"Don't fight guys...save that for the mobs" Poseidon said calming both of the other boys down.

"Thank you Poseidon. I'd rather not hear those two squabble." she said with a small smile at the blonde.

"Your welcome dear Princess" Poseidon responded cheerfully making Maria chuckle. Turning her attention back to what was in front of her she spotted Godot ahead with another player.

"Godot!" she called out with a smile and wave.

"is he the one that saved you last night Princess?" Psyche asked her looking ahead of them.

"yeah he is" Maria responded making her way over to Godot.

William Danielson||Godot & Kagome
Lv. 12||Floor 1​

To: Godot
Subject: RE: ---

Good morning, Godot. I'm alright although I still feel a little dizzy, I just woke from being "offline" for almost 8 hours. The rumors in the town were true after all. Robin got me to the inn in Tolbana Town safely and even guarded me the whole night. You don't have to worry, he didn't try anything... although he acts a little different than yesterday, a bit... kinder...

Robin and I will be in the dungeons as soon as possible. I wonder what the second floor will be like...

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Godot felt some relief after reading the message. Maybe Robin took Godot's advice into consideration, or maybe he was just naturally that way. He chuckled and closed the message. Kagome looked over at him curiously. "Who was that from?" Kagome put her finger on her chin and thought for a moment. "A girlfriend, perhaps? It was a girlfriend, wasn't it?" Godot simply smirked and gave her a look to the side. Kagome raised her arm and smiled triumphantly, as if her guess were some large victory. Godot wasn't quick to correct her since he was pretty sure that she was joking. It was nice, like having a little sister. Godot wondered if he reminded her of her brother...or maybe a brother was just what she needed.

Then, a familiar voice called out to Godot. He turned to see a Princess along with a few other individuals. "Well if it isn't Your Highness and her royal!" Godot grew a mischievous grin. "Princess," Godot moved back to make way for Kagome, "this is-"

"I'm Godot's younger sister!" Kagome interrupted. Godot was speechless and slightly perturbed; he wasn't expecting her to cut-in, and he certainly wasn't expecting her to say that. "I'm the better looking of us, though. And the stronger one. I pretty much have everything Godot doesn't!" She said followed by a less-than-modest laugh.

"...Hang on..." Godot then practically shoved Kagome into the background. "You're not planning on fighting the boss, are you?" He asked Princess.

Maria Renée {Princess}
Guild: The Flaming Blade
Level: 12​

Maria smiled at Godot and Kagome, though before she could say anything Psyche opened his mouth. "so your Godot." Maria looked at Psyche to see the older boy had a thoughtful look on his face. "I have to say thank you. If it wasn't for you we would have lost Princess last night. We already lost her brother Ares, and we promised him we'd look out for her." Psyche smiled. "so thank you for being there for her when we weren't"

Maria looked at the red head and smiled sadly at the mention of her brother before looking back at Godot and Kagome. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Princess and these are my guild-mates. Psyche, he's our leader" she said pointing to the red head. "then theirs Poseidon and Zeus" she finished pointing to the blonde and brunette respectably. "As for the boss Godot. If we find it I'm sure the boys will want to fight it."

Turnip heard the Bard behind him shout something about sharing adventure, but he ignored him. Immediately outside of the dungeon, too, he passed another group of players, one of which he thought he'd seen in the dungeon yesterday. He didn't stop for that, either, though – places to be and all. The walk back to Tolbana town took a decent amount of time, but it wasn't too bad, and he found himself back in civilisation before too long.

Despite his hunger, he still went to sell the loot first. Turnip mostly tried to ignore simple annoyances like the false bodily needs that this game forced on its players.

As he stepped into one of the equipment shops available in Tolbana town, he made sure to be on the lookout for any kind of good bastard sword. He wasn't going out of his way to look for a new weapon, but if he should see one then he'd snatch it up. Bastard swords themselves were generally not so common – not everyone had heard of bastard swords, and the player-blacksmiths in this game were in essence just regular people, not necessarily well-versed in metallurgy. They didn't have to be – just poke a stick of iron with a hammer, and BOOM: you've got yourself an intricately designed blade, just so long as your forging level is high enough.

The shopkeeper seemed a little intimidated at first – it kind of annoyed Turnip sometimes that his armour-clad figure gave that effect. In response, Turnip tried a friendly smile, but for obvious reasons that didn't help at all. He just hoped his tone would be friendly enough.

"Hey, got any, uh, bastard swords?"

"Bastard swords?" The shopkeeper looked around for about a second, "No, I don't think we have any at the moment. You mean, one-and-a-half-handed? I think we could probably commission one for you."

Turnip waved a hand, "Ah, well. Nah, I'm good. I'm mainly here to sell some stuff, if you're buying."

"Sure, I'll take a look."

Turnip brought up his menu and plonked down various bits of loot onto the counter – his gain from the secret room in the dungeon, as well lots of low-level stuff from earlier yesterday.

"What do you think? I don't use maces, or daggers - Well, maybe throwing daggers, want something ranged – but yeah, don't use… that stuff." Turnip pointed to the general direction of the pile of loot.

"Right, hmm… Some of this is pretty decent. I'll give you 930 col for the lot."

Turnip considered the offer – he supposed it was a pretty good reward for his dungeoneering.

"You got yourself a deal."

The shopkeeper took Turnip's loot and paid him the money, then looked behind him for a second.

"You said you were considering throwing blades - would you consider throwing axes? We got a nice interesting one that just came in."

"Yeah, maybe." The word 'interesting' caught Turnip's attention, "Can I see it?"

The shopkeeper turned, picked up a smallish axe from behind him and placed it on the counter. Turnip eyed the axe – it didn't look like anything special on the outside. He brought up the stats, though, and realised immediately just how 'interesting' it was.

<Boomeraxe> - Speed +3. Returns to the user's hand when thrown.

Woah. Turnip remembered an axe of similar nature under a different name in the Baldur's Gate series. He'd always wanted to use it, but never put enough proficiency points into axes. He was pretty much just starting in this game, though – all he had to do was train his blade throwing skill.

"Interesting is definitely the right word." Turnip said, "How much is it?"

"I'm selling it at 3500 col."

Turnip visibly recoiled, "Three thousand five hundred? Bloody hell, uh… make it 3000. Please? Pwetty pwease?"

"I'll go to 3250. How's that?"

"Eeehhhh," Turnip was hesitant, but he supposed he could afford it. "ah, well. You got it, I guess." Turnip handed over the money, and took the axe from the shopkeeper, "Well, I think I still have enough for breakfast – thanks for the axe, but I think I'm broke now."

The shopkeeper laughed, "Alright, thanks. Come again soon. Well, as soon as you aren't broke, anyway."

Turnip gave a short wave as he left, stepping outside onto the streets of Tolbana town. He spotted an inn nearby – inns did breakfast, right? And thus began; The Quest For Breakfast!

Strolling inside the inn, Turnip immediately noticed several of the patrons eating happily. Safe to assume, then, that breakfast was served here. He walked up to the counter and waited for a second to be served.

"Hey, uh, can I have a… bacon in a bun? I like bacon. Especially when it's in a bun."

The bartender simply nodded in response, then went to get Turnip his food. And thus ended; The Quest For Breakfast! The computerised nature of the food in SAO made it generally pretty painless to go and eat. When the food arrived, though, Turnip had a bit of a problem.

"Well." Turnip said, "This is a dilemma."

He picked up the bun, bringing it about an inch away from his visor. The bun was at least three times as big as the slit. Turnip thought for a while, then had a eureka moment – he deconstructed the bun, then fed each individual piece through his helmet. First the top half of the bun, compressed slightly as it found its way into the void that was his helmet. The rashers went next, crunching sounds reverberating through the metal. Finally, the bottom half of the bun – chew, chew, chew, then:

"Taadaa!"

A couple of the people next to Turnip started clapping, but that soon stopped.

Turnip was still hungry, so he ordered another – the bacon buns were 15 col each, so he could afford to. He sat at the bar, eating slowly, despite the fact that he was annoyed that he had to take any time to eat at all. All of the eating had to be real-time – not like other games, like The Elder Scrolls, where you could just freeze time and have a banquet. He paused his eating for a moment and took out <Boomeraxe>, just to have a look at his new weapon.

Lucina did her best to cheer up Robin about Godot's safety. Speaking of which, when Robin heard Lucina speak of the devil, it was obviously a message sent from Godot. Robin closes his eyes, looks down & smirks. So that fool actually made it through the night. He's earned a bit of my respect, but it's going to take a lot more than that. Perhaps he was overthinking this. Lucina does mention he's still in the dungeons. He may as well be in those safe zones in the dungeons.

Robin went into his thinking phase, looking out the window. "if you're well rested already, I'll be at the entrance of the inn," he explains, heading out the door while opening his menu. He should examine the map every now & then, to refresh his memory of the area. Now waiting at the entrance of the inn, Robin wonders about the large doors & the first boss. How many will come? How many will risk it...?

"Robin!"

Turnip was drawn to the voice to his left, spotting a hooded figure coming down the stairs of the inn. Lucina and Robin… they were two of the group from the dungeon yesterday, weren't they? Last time Turnip had seen Lucina, there'd been that weird offline status above the player's head. It occurred to him that he should ask what that was all about – and perhaps about some other things, too.

As Turnip had sat at the bar, checking out Boomeraxe and slowly eating his bacon bun (half of which was still left), he overheard a few rumours from the other patrons. Guilds forming, comments about the food, but one that particularly piqued his interest; that a group of players had supposedly found the boss room yesterday. A group of players that just so happened to include those two right near him.

Turnip saw the glances a few of the patrons were giving the two players, and the slightly increased volume of the ambient chatter. Perhaps this was worth investigating, especially if they had found the boss room: LOOT! XP! LOOT! XP!

The armoured figure that was Turnip shifted and rose from his stool, sticking Boomeraxe around his back on his belt with his right hand and picking up the remains of his bacon bun in the other. He approached the two, trying not to appear like the armour-clad, faceless warrior that he kind of was.

"Uh, hey – Robin and Batma- aghem, not Batman?"

For a second Turnip's voice became ridiculously deep and gravelly, "Where is he?"

He then continued, as if he hadn't just pulled a rubbish joke out of his ass, "Uh, yeah – nice to see you're alright after that offline thing, Not Batman. I mean, I take it you're alright, anyway."

Turnip drew his sword and rested it on his shoulder. It was a thing he did. When others twiddled their thumbs, Turnip drew a weapon.

"Anyway, are you guys going back to the dungeon? 'Cause I'll come with if you are." As a means of ending his part of the conversation, Turnip slid another rasher of bacon through his visor, into the darkness, and began crunching away.

Ghost
Level 15
Health 100%
Floor 1 Town of Beginnings

Instantly after the bed was flipped a boy named Nirvana hopped up off the ground putting his hand what seemed to be his weapon. Nirvana stared at Ghost for a bit without saying a word. Ghost just gave the boy an awkward stare back squinting his eyes while tilting his head to the side wondering why Nirvana was staring him down. Nirvana stayed quite for a bit until Ghost noticed him look above his head. Where the boy moved his hand away from his weapon asking Ghost what he wanted.

Ghost stared at Nirvana for a bit more trying to figure out why he was all tensed up at first and now seemingly relaxed knowing Nirvana saw his level. Ghost stood there thinking that if he saw his level Nirvana would be more intimidated by that. Ghost just shook his head in confusion and continued on with what he planned on doing.

"Alright now that I got your attention. I've been watching you for a bit now and I know your a player killer. Though I'm not here to do anything bad to you. More or less make a friendly proposition to you. Well not really friendly cause if you don't accept it bad things will happen to you. Anyways I need you to kill somebody for me." Ghost tells Nirvana in an extremely serious fashion.

All of Floor 1 won't be the only floor to explore soon. If the large doors do hold a key to the boss room, then it is possible to clear the game. As Robin closes his map, Lucina comes out holding a sandwich for him. Robin was feeling hungry, why not. He accepts the sandwich slowly & takes a nice bite. Strange. This taste much different than anything I've ever eaten. Robin stares at the sandwich in confusion. However Lucina made this sandwich, it is delicious.

"Let's...go," Robin slightly says, biting his sandwich again when he notices the stares he & Lucina were receiving. Something wasn't right about this. What was it they were thinking? To make matters worse, Turnip reappears before them. He was a suspicious character, not bad but still questionable. He asks if he can come along with the two to the dungeons, afterwards taking out his sword & laying it on his shoulder, to which Robin cautiously hesitated. This guy can only spell trouble, & if that's not all he can spell, that just worries Robin.

What to do with this guy. He might follow them anyway. "I don't know," Robin begins, turning to Lucina for her opinion. "What do you think...?" Of course, he still can't get used to women. Why couldn't he go alone...?

"Alright... you can come with us. But leave our party after we arrived, understood?"

Turnip could feel the suspicion and hostility practically radiating off the two in front of him as he swallowed his bacon rasher. That response from Lucina, too, was pretty damn cold, despite them 'allowing' him to come with them. It was a sort of unnecessary decision, really, since Turnip had obviously decided that the dungeon was where he was going anyway.

Turnip tried to make sure that he looked offended. "What?" He said, "Have you got something against Batman, or something?"

He considered the possibility of them having some horrible past with Batman, then decided that they probably didn't. He then remembered the situation at hand, and became slightly irritated at the cold welcome, muttering, "I mean, it's not like I expressed concern for your well-being, or anything – seriously, what's so threatening abo- oh"

Turnip's sight went immediately to his unsheathed sword, which he promptly un-unsheathed.

He turned back to the two, "Sorry about that. Seriously, though, I can see how suspicious you are. I'm friend, not foe - honestly would've expected less of a cold greeting considering I warned you lot about those PKers yesterday. Yeesh."

Turnip shook his head as he slid his last rasher of bacon into his helmet, leaving the only the bottom of the bun remaining. It occurred to him for a second that it might look a little odd, but he dismissed the thought. He'd never really been one to hide his eccentricity.

"Still," Turnip said, voice slightly muffled by the food he was eating, "it was more of a statement than a request. It's hard to distance yourself from someone if you're going in the same direction."

The audacity that Ghost displayed to Nightmare was shocking. To imply that Nightmare had no other choice but to obey was something very few attempted, and none succeeded in completing their threats. Regardless of Ghost's level Nightmare would have his head on a platter, or at least he would if his request wasn't something that had caught his attention. Ghost wanted him to kill someone, and it just so happened that Nightmare enjoyed killing people. These two coincidences went hand in hand, which drove Nightmare to accept the proposal.

Nightmare inched closer to Ghost. It wasn't the type of movement that exuded wariness, more like a collective calm. Curiosity was preventing Nightmare from showing any respect towards Ghost's level or possible skill. He reached for both of Ghost's shoulders and drew his face closer to emphasize his excitement.

"You should've started this entire conversation with 'I need you to kill someone.' So, where should we go to discuss the terms of our agreement? I need to know who the target is, when they need to die, and what the payment is. I just so happen to know a wonderful place where we can go over these things and get a bite to eat."

Lucina went with the idea of letting Turnip come along. It would probably be a big mistake later. He could have assassins nearby, ready to do the job for him. Maybe Robin's overthinking this. His father did always say he was too cautious. He'll just have to trust Lucina on this, hopely then Turnip will leave them. Too many people might risk certain death.

Robin's only response was a nod. At the same time, he also finds Turnip's personality a bit too lax. It's just weird. He does take notice of his sword & puts it away. So long as that staays in its place, there won't be too much trouble. And who is this Batman? "If we're all on the same page, let's move it," Robin sternly remind everyone as he already takes the lead. His face wasn't relaxed. He doesn't trust this Turnip completely, as well as that piece of bacon.

...Huh?

Forget the bacon. Robin can't tell what this guy looks like behind that mask. Just figuring out his appearance is stressing. There's not much of an option here, time will have to pass until Turnip's appearance is revealed. Also, is his real name Batman?

William Danielson||Godot & Kagome
Lv. 12||Floor 1​

Godot was somewhat annoyed by Princess' answer, though it wasn't as if he hadn't expected this. Kagome noticed Godot's dismay and looked at Princess, then back to Godot. "Uh...Godot," Kagome started in an uncharacteristically innocent voice, "Can you go to the door, I'll meet you there." A question mark appeared on Godot's face. "I want to get to know Princess," Her face turned dark, though comically so, "But I don't want you here spoiling all of the details, now shoe!" Godot remained silent for a few moments before sighing, shrugging, and waving as he headed further into the Dungeons.

Kagome sighed as well, saying in a more serious tone, "Man...he'll never know how much I worry about him." She turned to Princess, now out of her "little sister" mode, and said, "So I overheard that you Godot saved you, recently. I'm glad to hear that you're okay, but I have a question for you. When it comes other people's safety, is Godot ever...protective? Maybe even overprotective? Did he get hurt at all while protecting you?"